When I was young, I was fearless. I knew that no matter what stupid situation I got myself into that things would work out, even if they were bad for a little while it would turn around. As I grew some things started not working out (can you believe it??!). It has made me cautious, which is a good thing to a certain extent. I am financially stable, I have a place to live and I always have coffee nearby (a silly priority for some but an absolute must for me). But my caution has created some regret. San Juan is one of those regrets. My visit there was hot, humid, dirty and beautiful. As soon as I got home I vowed to move there for a year and learn Spanish. Real life got in the way, so here is a little slice of my regret.